and the anarchists are screaming backs up against the wall,
as the bankers and the landlords heads do fall,
queen elizabeth the second i watching it all
“i expected more blood” she must admit,
as the corgies mosh around in the circle pit,
and the menses from the wall go drip drip drip
it’s red and yellow when it’s mixed with spit,
and red and white when it’s mixed with semen,
and that’s the alchemy that keeps the philosopher dreaming,
and the robber thieving and the window steamin,
and the writer reading, coz what comes next,
has it all been said before, is the ending fixed,
coz i don’t need your needles or your advertisment jingles,
and you can keep you love coz what is happening above,
is happening beneath and beneath the sheets,
no need to fret for the logical greeks or the ontological leeks,
and the upstanding marrows and the blanched turnips and the 
bows and arrows and the silver bullets and we begin again,
so are you an enemy or are you a friend.